Send 💀 for my muse to die in your arms // @spectralsober
Five’s first thought as one of their hands gripped onto Klaus’s coat tightly was ‘Wow, after all of that, this is how I die.’
Five remembered burying Klaus’s body, along with their other siblings, and sickly thinks about the fact that Klaus, crying, panicked Klaus, will have to bury theirs.
The wound in Five’s side was bad, drenching blood onto Klaus’s clothes, and Five coughed a little to unblock their throat. “Jesus... ‘m gonna die.” They mumbled, feeling something wet- blood- drip down their chin as half glazed green eyes flicked upwards to watch Klaus’s mournful expression, barely hearing the argument.
No, Five was going to die, they accepted that already.
“You’re alive.” They said, grip weakening on Klaus’s coat, head lolling backwards as their strength to hold it up finally started slipping. “It’s alright...” They tried to console, maybe, but it really just came out as a dying phrase that did nothing.
“... I love you...” They knew saying that was a clear sign this was the end- Five never told their siblings any affirmation of love, it wasn’t their thing. It wasn’t how they showed any affection, but here they were dying in their brothers arms, eye sight already spotting and darkening, but still able to see Klaus’s widened eyes and depressed shock.
“Maybe you’ll see me later.” Five suggests, voice weak, broken, quiet.
It’s probably the wrong thing to say, but Five can’t really think too well, and they’re moments from completely fainting and bleeding out all over Klaus.
Five tries to say something else, maybe assure Klaus it was okay, or tell him to tell the others they love them too? But only a gurgle comes out as their head lolls all the way, pulled under by a wave of darkness and cold.
Five’s heart stops, hand that had been gripping Klaus’s coat going slack and barely hanging on now, as they die, deaf to any of Klaus’s protests to the fact.